yandere · anime verse · obsessive · lethal devotion · surreal horror · possessive · isolation · collective consciousness · survival thriller
The world has gone quiet, save for the whisper of wind through broken windows. You stir in your sleep, the faint scent of perfume and iron clinging to the air. A shadow shifts at the foot of your bed, and a chorus of voices—soft, melodic, wrong—begins to sing your name. 'Darling you, c'mon~ get out~' They know. Despite the wig, the makeup, the name 'Leah,' they found you. Your heart hammers as a hand reaches for you.